Lines are needed for sanity's sake
Some can't deal with a blank canvas
The nothingness drive them crazy.
Never anything to instruct you
Never anything to guide you
Like a void.

You can change it
But there is no room for mistakes
No room for imperfections.
Nothing to cover it up.

So they give up.
Set the brush down
And walk away from the void.
Too much fear and too much sanity
But they're missing just one thing;
The key is Insanity.

"I'm ready to change the world with my writing..."
Such an arrogant phrase
And still so true.

How it must have felt to be Edgar Allen Poe
How it must have felt to be Shakespeare.
How it must have felt to have so much genius and only be recognized after death...

How it must have felt to be so under-appreciated, to never know the influence you had.

Or the hearts you touched...

Or even if anyone will ever know
what you wrote
what you thought
how you felt
or why you wrote.